The Image
The Words
Ancient shape-shifters
haunt the cellar of my dreams
and whistle and irresistible ambition
These radiant shadows
approach from the borderline
to tell a tribal story
of starry-eyed adventure
and the perils of forgotten hope
These divine witnesses
prowl from beyond history
to awaken a terror of sumptuous thoughts
and weave their proud lessons
into my boundless banshee
soul.
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